Five years of Ramadans here at Mamanushka means five years of fasting (and not fasting), five years of crafting (and not crafting), five years of sharing (and then sharing some more). It…
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We are waiting for Ramadan to begin. Sprawled across the living living carpet after Maghrib namaz, my brother and I are not very old but not very young either. We are definitely…
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He leans the entire length of his body against a geometric garden carved into the standing oak panel. At three feet high, it is still one foot taller than him. You watch…
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I examine the notebook first. It’s more of a journal really, with thick pages and a substantial binding. In a moment of indulgent up-selling, I had agreed for my initials to be …
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On this final day of US Black History Month we borrow some wise words from writer Adrienne Maree Brown and acknowledge that Black history is being made everyday. As we reflect on…
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At the start of 2020, Sumaya and I renewed our intentions for Mamanushka – what it is and what we’d like it to be. We committed to upholding Mamanushka as a…
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If you can’t wait to hear the audio story, scroll down or listen here ! But for another sweet little story within a story read on … It was December 1993, a young…
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“Neglect not your time, nor use it haphazardly; on the contrary you should bring yourself to account. Structure your litanies and other practices during each day and night. This is how…
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A Sweet Treat For Blessed Times Nobody likes to read the story before the recipe anymore. That’s what the internet says. All those words I guess, are getting in the way. Writers…
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Years ago, in the dusky Maghrib light, I sat upon my prayer mat and let myself feel the loss of shifting friendships and the empty space of my own widening perspectives. In…